She briefly looked to Marcus once he was beside her, and once he spoke, she nodded briefly to him. She looked to Shakeel, to which she saw that evil grin on his face. As if the smug bastard knew he won. She raised her weapon to shoulder, and inched towards the trigger. She clenched her teeth, and was just about to squeeze, before she let go and lowered her weapon.
"He... he may no talk... but he fun to make talk." She said with a slight grin, slinging the rifle on her back before reaching down and grabbing Shakeel, lifting him up off the ground and dragging him outside.
Shakeel coughed.
"Wha... what are you doing? I thought you were going to kill me!" He said in Arabic.
"Nope... I got better plans for you, bastard! You're going to Qamishlo... where you're gonna have quite a nice and bumpy ride there!" She shouted back to him in Arabic, slamming him up against the wall before grabbing him by his robes, pulling him back and dragging him outside.
Once they were all outside, Marcus could see that the sun was starting to set, and the rest of the 32nd has already moved in. Daran, as well as quite a few other soldiers, walked up to the both of them.
"Good job." He said in English.
"I did not think we find him here." Daran said with a soft smile before looking to Shakeel.
"You bastards!" Shakeel shouted in Arabic.
"You'll all go to hell!" "Maybe." Daran spoke in Arabic as well, nodding to him as he rested a cigarette in between his lips.
"At least there, we'll have a good time. You, on the other hand, will probably have scorpions crawling up your dick. I'm pretty sure Satan will have a nice fun time thinking of ways to make you pay for all of the pain you caused." Shakeel said nothing, looking to Daran with pure hatred in his eyes.
Daran simply took out his cigarette and burned it onto Shakeel's forehead, to which he threw the butt away and gestured to load Shakeel into the truck. Daran looked back up to Marcus.
"I cannot thank you enough for all help you given us today. Marwah, woman on DShK, is alive and well." He said with a soft smile.
"And we got our man." He said, turning to Shakeel, who was being loaded into one of the Humvees.
"We take him to prison in Qamishlo." He explained.
"We have ways of making Daesh talk." He said with a grin.
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